If I Could Find...

If I could find the words to speak

I'd lay them all down at your feet

But sometimes pain cannot find words

Instead it seethes inside and burns

Cut down to the quick, wounded deep

My eyes are sore from tears that pour

In rivulets down my cheeks and I taste

The salty bitterness that I must swallow

The feelings that run so deep inside

I run in dizzying circles to find rest

But only find more sorrow and hurt

One day I may find sweet repose

But for now that repose I do not know